Du Muhan pondered for a moment and said frankly: "In fact, I didn't recognize Ding Peixin at first. She looked a little different from when she was a child. Besides, we didn't spend much time together, so we didn't have any feelings for each other, and I didn't pay special attention to her."
Su Qiao's eyes flickered.
What about domestic violence
Who else could have been responsible for the beating of her mother, other than Ding Wencheng
Or his original father
Su Qiao didn't want to open his scars again, so after thinking about it, she held back and didn't ask any more questions.
"When will you come back?" Du Muhan didn't want to mention these people who had nothing to do with him, so he changed the subject.
Su Qiao lazily leaned against the sofa and shook his head: "I don't know. I haven't found out where Ding Peixin is. I'm looking for the source of her documents. Maybe there will be results soon."
"Wait for you to come back." Du Muhan lay on the sofa, looking at her listlessly: "I miss you a little bit, and I always feel empty around me."
Su Qiao rolled her eyes: "Come on, we just separated this morning, okay."
"Haven't you heard that a day without seeing someone feels like three years?" Du Muhan didn't feel embarrassed at all.
"You should have said that we separated this morning and haven't been together all day."
Su Qiao laughed: "Haha, is it that exaggerated?"
This man, he comes out as if it’s been a long time since I last saw him.
“That’s not an exaggeration at all.”
Du Muhan held the phone in one hand and supported his head with the other, looking at her with a little grievance:
"You forget that we were in love, and you left without mercy just after we were together last night. I feel hurt."
Su Qiao's mouth twitched: "How did it hurt you?"
Du Muhan lowered his mouth: "Your behavior makes me doubt myself and feel that I haven't performed well enough, so you leave without hesitation."
Su Qiao was speechless.
She said this as if she was some asshole who would deny her mistake just by pulling up her pants.
"You are too sensitive."
"Besides, I'm here to work. I had already planned my schedule the day before. It's not a sudden decision, right?"
Du Muhan didn't care about all that. He only knew that she abandoned him and left the next morning without any feeling of reluctance, and she left with the man he hated the most.
"It's not that I'm sensitive, it's that you left without any expression after you got up."
Even if you leave him a word or two of affirmation, he won't have the feeling that someone slept with you and then ran away.
"Is this appropriate for you?"
Su Qiao was overwhelmed.
What's wrong with her
"Then how do you think I should express it?"
"Praise you?"
Du Muhan blinked and said, "If you think this is a good idea, then do it. I have no objection."
Su Qiao suddenly got a point: "..."
Well, don’t be fooled by men’s usually indifferent expressions, as if they don’t care about anything, but in fact they are all the same in their bones - clingy and arrogant.
“Ahem.”
Su Qiao covered her lips and coughed twice.
"I was in a hurry this morning, so I didn't have time to talk to you more. Actually... ahem, I feel pretty good."
"Is that it?" Du Muhan was a little dissatisfied.
Saying this kind of thing has never been Su Qiao's strong point. Being able to do this is already her limit.
She glared at him unhappily: "Hey, don't go too far. Don't think that just because you are good-looking, have a good figure, good physical strength, and eight-pack abs, you can go too far."